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Стихи - Дрянная баба
ROBERT BURNS
Coming Through The Rye
O Jenny is all wet, poor body,
Jenny is seldom dry:
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?
Should a body meet...
Coming Through The Rye
O Jenny is all wet, poor body,
Jenny is seldom dry:
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Coming through the rye, poor body,
Coming through the rye,
She draggled all her petticoats,
Coming through the rye!
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the rye,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Should a body meet a body
Coming through the glen,
Should a body kiss a body,
Need the world know?
Should a body meet...
Автор: drednout
Стихи - На Бруклинском пароме. Из Уолта Уитмена
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high –
I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home,, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shell cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, that you might suppose.
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The impalpable sustenance of me from...
Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high –
I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home,, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shell cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, that you might suppose.
2
The impalpable sustenance of me from...
Автор: -Семен-Венцимеров
Стихи - Dementia перевод
Two brains in my head, my mind is out of control
Looking for blood, looking for meat
I see your minced body under cover of the night
Pale, like the moon above
Trembling hands, sweat on my lips
Can't believe it, can't believe
I'm posessed, posessed
Pure water washes the death away
Cleans my conscience, my conscience
Dawn is coming smashes me to the ground
Brings me back, to reality, to reality
Demons are exhausted in the glaring light
Tiredness grabbs at me embraces me so...
Looking for blood, looking for meat
I see your minced body under cover of the night
Pale, like the moon above
Trembling hands, sweat on my lips
Can't believe it, can't believe
I'm posessed, posessed
Pure water washes the death away
Cleans my conscience, my conscience
Dawn is coming smashes me to the ground
Brings me back, to reality, to reality
Demons are exhausted in the glaring light
Tiredness grabbs at me embraces me so...
Автор: mik808
Стихи - Abraham Moses Klein. Portrait of the Poet As Landscape
Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.
О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.
Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.
Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.
Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.
Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.
О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.
Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.
Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.
Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.
Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...
Автор: szemtsov
Стихи - 21th December the end of t world or reincarnation
People say that
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!
There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax
He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it
Nine nights
I was walking...
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!
There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax
He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it
Nine nights
I was walking...
Автор: GenaSwiss
Стихи - Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
- to me -,
Mama, just killed a men,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Didn't...
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
- to me -,
Mama, just killed a men,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Didn't...
Автор: Марта
Стихи - Sects Anthrax
Acting like Mo Jo’s
Acting like body bagger’s
Let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing
Jim Jones, where did you come from
Jim Jones, Was it for fun
Jim Jones, That’s your name
Jim Jones, Style of death
This sects the promised land
Are you ready to all meet God?
Bart’s Killers Holding hands
Do not fight the odds
Try to make ’em sick drink up
Be merry and be dead
Murder
The Zero Hero
Some of them might get sex
together with that boring joke
Mercenaries disciples
with bibles...
Acting like body bagger’s
Let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing
Jim Jones, where did you come from
Jim Jones, Was it for fun
Jim Jones, That’s your name
Jim Jones, Style of death
This sects the promised land
Are you ready to all meet God?
Bart’s Killers Holding hands
Do not fight the odds
Try to make ’em sick drink up
Be merry and be dead
Murder
The Zero Hero
Some of them might get sex
together with that boring joke
Mercenaries disciples
with bibles...
Автор: Картинки
Стихи - Indians Anthrax
We all see black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
FORCED OUT- Brave and Mighty
STOLEN LAND- They can't fight it
HOLD ON- To pride and tradition
Even though they know how much their lives are really missin'
WE'RE DISSIN THEM...
On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our Indian brothers' getting burned
Original American
Turned into second class citizen
Cry for the Indians
Die for...
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
FORCED OUT- Brave and Mighty
STOLEN LAND- They can't fight it
HOLD ON- To pride and tradition
Even though they know how much their lives are really missin'
WE'RE DISSIN THEM...
On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our Indian brothers' getting burned
Original American
Turned into second class citizen
Cry for the Indians
Die for...
Автор: Картинки
Стихи - Однажды на Марсе
Однажды на Марсе я видел зарю,
В которой раскрылись все тайны Вселенной,
И свет странных звезд украшал пустоту,
В объятиях солнца безмерного.
Nix Olimpica!
It's my high rock!
Oxigen blast eruption!
Extazy hazard shock!
Слетелись бесполые твари разлуки,
Судьба мне готовила новые дали.
В объятиях тайны, чужое дыхание
Легло на лицо близким знаком свидания.
Когда в небесах жуткий холод сквозил,
И вестник космических бурь мёртвым прибыл,
Явилась заря, красной пеной полна,
И...
В которой раскрылись все тайны Вселенной,
И свет странных звезд украшал пустоту,
В объятиях солнца безмерного.
Nix Olimpica!
It's my high rock!
Oxigen blast eruption!
Extazy hazard shock!
Слетелись бесполые твари разлуки,
Судьба мне готовила новые дали.
В объятиях тайны, чужое дыхание
Легло на лицо близким знаком свидания.
Когда в небесах жуткий холод сквозил,
И вестник космических бурь мёртвым прибыл,
Явилась заря, красной пеной полна,
И...
Автор: Extazavr
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